Return Engagement Beach Party 4

Please read the first beach party post for information about this day. This excerpt begins where Beach Party 3 left off. The pictures are some of the prizes I'm offering.

Richard lowered the top of his Z4 to take advantage of the balmy afternoon, luxuriating in the rush of the wind and the warmth of the sun on his skin. Why’d Scott have to bring up his father? At first the senator had contented himself with gentle hints about the merits of certain young ladies.

When that didn’t work, he had started to arrange meetings with women like Sheila Ridges. He hadn’t come out and said in words that he wanted a wedding soon, but he might as well have. Richard sighed. Dealing with his father could be ex-hausting.

A scowl marred his handsome face. He allowed the sena-tor to control his political future, but his personal life was no one’s business but his own. He’d be damned if he married some cold little witch like Sheila Ridges just to advance a political career. If that was the price he’d have to pay to be the president, it was too high. The FBI had provided a lot of satis-faction for him. If necessary he’d stay with them forever.
His father and mother loved each other passionately. Didn’t his father think he wanted to find love as well?

Resolutely, he pushed thoughts of the senator from his mind. Vacation had started; no need to agonize now. He turned into the parking lot of the building where his condo was located and parked his car in his assigned space. Then he hurried to the elevator, eager to rid himself of the coat and tie that symbolized the work week to him.

A small man already occupied the elevator. He inclined his head to Richard as the elevator doors closed.

Wonder who he is? He sure is washed out looking. The description fit. Everything about the man somehow seemed faded, even his hair and eyes which were a weak, nondescript brown as was his suit. The suit fit him well enough, but it wasn’t tailor made, maybe from a nice department store. Truthfully, he didn’t look as if he belonged here. Living in this building in this location wasn’t cheap.

The elevator doors opened before Richard could strike up a conversation with the intriguing, little man. Oh, never mind. It was such a gorgeous day, he’d decided what he wanted to do. The beach was the only place to be on such a beautiful day. If he hurried he’d have a few hours in the sun.